Night Smoke
Incomplete, it rises
only to dissipate
like the griefs we shape,
somehow unnoticed,
beyond reach but felt.
Last night’s moon, the glance.
Forgotten stars, a withheld
kiss, words we never formed.
How difficult to be lost.
So easy to remain unseen.
Beautiful!
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Thank you.
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Wow! Great imagery! 🙂
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Thanks. I’m pleased you like it.
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A lovely poem to greet me with on my first visit to your page. Enough to make me hit the follow button and give you my assurance that I’ll be back to check out some more in the very near future. Thanks for the visit, I’ll read you later.
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You’re very generous. Thank you. I look forward to revisiting your blog.
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love the images.
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Thanks very much.
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That almost made me cry.
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I hope that’s a good thing!
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Absolutely!!! 🙂
Peace out.
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This rewards re-reading, Robert. Smoke–a necessary characteristic of it is that it is the effect of something being consumed, often beyond recognition. Like grief, or like the smallest gesture–once spent, there is always a byproduct, even when nothing seems to remain. And then there is the memory of experiencing that effect, that byproduct.
And then there is this poem.
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Thanks, Jeff. Smoke fascinates me. It’s interesting to watch, and to ponder.
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Nice poem
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Thank you!
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Beautiful!
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Thank you!
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Stunning images of smoke. Lovely poetry. I like the paradox of the last two lines.
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Thank you. Smoke itself is a paradox.
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Beautiful and very subtle. Love the images, too. Look forward to following.
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Thanks very much!
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Well, foooey! i was going to reply EXACTLY what Jeff did! But he beat me to it! Crud!
So I’ll just say “Nice Poem” and be done with it! 🙂
Ron
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That durned Jeff takes all the good words, don’t he? Thanks, Ron!
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Yessss! How dat boy do shine! *g* 🙂
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Wonderful, Robert, I seemed to feel it in my body as well as being moved emotionally.
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Poetry is very much like smoke, isn’t it? Insubstantial yet felt. Light but heavy. Damaging and beautiful…
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the mood and moment captured. Terrific!
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Thanks very much!
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It is “so easy to remain unseen.” Enjoyed your poem.
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And yet we keep trying!
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Your work is consistently lovely, Robert, in part because you understand so well that powerful writing is often a matter of subtraction or distillation. “Night Smoke” is one of my favorites thus far, especially this couplet: “Forgotten stars, a withheld kiss, words we never formed.” I am glad to have found your work, and thank you for reading mine, as well. Namaste.
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Thank you, Cate. I truly believe that less is often more, that what isn’t said can be more powerful than what is said. And I’m grateful to have found your work.
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Wow, powerful words. Awesome work
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Thanks very much.
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one word: MAGNIFIQUE! glad to have come across your splendid blog… merry end of December, my very best and tons of inspiration! cheers, Mélanie
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Merci! And I am glad to have found yours.
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Strong voice…aptly chosen words
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How difficult to be lost.
So easy to remain unseen.
Great poem – I really felt the emotions. Very affecting.
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